Lyrics

《Ash and Echo》

Quarrels sparked, then silence grew,
Bitter hearts—how deep they brew.
Love and shame, beneath the rain,
Shifting shapes we no need to explain.

I curse you for your quiet doubt,
I hate the lies they spoke aloud.

Buried deep, I kept it still—
That fevered love I couldn’t spill.
And now the rain mocks with its tongue,
A haunting hymn, where we begun.

You were the one i once held tight,
Now dust, beneath your fading light.
Devotion burned, yet turned to bone,
History carved me into stone.

You were the seed my hand had sown,
With blood and breath, I called it home.
How could you leave, not stay to see
The bloom, the thorn—what we could be?

You are the wound that will not die.
You tore my flesh but took my soul,
And left your mark I can’t console.

Hero’s bones, flesh and flame,
One wrong step, a ruined name.
And in my palm, this crumbling sand—
We were the same, but how could I understand?

I hate you for that hardened pride,
Yet love the fire you hold inside.

And only rain is left to speak,
Its falling voice, so frail, so bleak.
How do I say, what can’t be said?
I lived for you in love and dread.

Another night, storm beats the door,
Moonless winds cry like before.
You live in me, like poisoned wine,
Still in my blood, like sacred crime.

Yellow sand and dying moon—
At border’s edge, we sang our tune.
Once we swore to guard the flame,
Now blades collide, and none to blame.

Quarrels sparked, then silence grew,
Hearts like ghosts, too bare, too true.
Love and guilt became the storm—
What was warm is now deformed.

You were my war, my ruined prayer,
Now songs recall what wasn’t fair.
Let them tell, let them forget—
But I remember where you left.

And when the storm strikes once again,
I’ll see you there, beyond the end.
No more tales of peace or war—
Just echoes, bones, and something more.